Take The Tokens.

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"daily please."

Said a Grumpy looking man behind an old wooden trash filled counter with wrappers that look years old, as the grey smoke filled the air and the people huffed and puffed trying there best not the cough infront of the cameras.

All of the cameras.

"I said daily, hurry up the lines waiting" the man looked a me suspiciously as he thought in was only here for show. If I was that would've been a problem.

"Yes.. sorry, my apologies sir"

I said in the classic voice, trying to hold my cough and cover my sore throat from breathing in this horrible air do to the pollution getting worse. Damn this. Damn everyone and everything that has ever Happened to them. Because none of them deserved this.

All the happy, well, not really happy, all the close to normal times gone in the blink of an eye. Bloodlines they said. They separated us by bloodlines.

Assholes.

all we want is to keep the people with healthier blood healthier they said.

Oh and not only but said they did. They acted. Horribly. They thought that separating about over 2/3rds of the population because their blood was better. Saying that they had to pay the tokens that they could only be earned by creating medicine to keep 1/3rd of the population healthy. More like steroids.

The only way to survive wasn't to be strong. People really didn't care about that.

They wanted people who were smart. Honestly it was always a little funny to me, because how i was raised, the strong survived and if you were a nerd than you didn't.

Hah.. no wonder I got bullied before this.

"I SAID GIVE ME THE DAMN TICKETS" the then grumpy looking man looking as if he was going to shoot me.

" I-I'M.. Sorry.." I said in an ashamed voice as I keep spacing out. I quickly handed the man five tickets. My pay for the day.

*Sting*
That shit stung.

If you did something even remotely helpful for the quote on quote "better ones" than you would get anywhere from 100-400 tokens. Tokens were prized positions to anyone who lived down here. The air was horrible, food was the opposite of abundant to find. And there was no socializing.

You could be around 100 people here and still feel so.. alone... Knowing that everyone's in there own worlds, either trying to attempt to steal tokens, or earn them. To put it simply, there was no other way to get them. There were only a certain amount too.

If you did something helpful

You would get tokens..

Someone else's tokens.... Possibly there last ones.

Maybe the only ones they ever had.

if you wanted to live, you needed tokens. Tokens are taken everyday, and without paying the daily fee..

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"Ow.." I said while walking quickly back to the small room I called my house, it was really more like a shack in the middle of the road of the farm house my parents used to own.